Monday, 8 September 2014

Swanage Folk Festival

"We've only got Stonehenge left."
"I'll have a pint then, and glass of white wine please."
"We've got no white wine left."
"Don't suppose you have any rose?"
"Are you having a laugh?  We've never had any of that here!"

You've got to love the progressive attitude.  But picture the scene not 5 minutes later.  A third filled marquee and a mediocre band playing to a 'polite' seated audience that made me feel young again.  Along comes a woman with a badge on.
"Can you move out of the aisle please."
"I'm sorry?"
"You can't stand there.  Health and Safety"

We left.

Turns out to be a good thing, 'cos john and I drifted into the Red Lion where we found a Pete.  Julian joined after a quick shanty alert was issued on all frequencies and we rattled off a few of our favourites to a packed pub that were quite happy to rattle the windows at one o'clock in the morning.


We popped back in on Sunday lunchtime too (with the Kelpettes), but it was predictably a much more muted affair that suited our hangovers and we didn't stay all that long.  But the matre'd did introduce us without prompting and I saw somebody nearly clap before we'd even started...

No comments:

Post a Comment